There were slight hints of a former beauty to him, especially when he turned to the side to reveal his profile. It was an aristocratic profile of a prince, a kind of twisted prince charming turned beast though Faith haven’t seen the beastly part just yet “I’m not much of a golden boy myself…father made sure of that” He exhaled a sigh leaning on the dinning table tapping his fingernails on the top of the book “I’ve killed people as well …if you can call vampires people…more then you can possibly imagine or count…killing them is the only thing that makes the pain bearable but it always comes back.”
Slowly he lifted his gaze to meet hers a mix of emotions staring back at her “I suppose we are both victims of our own circumstances…” Gently his head tilted “I don’t judge you Faith and those things don’t make you less in my eyes…actually I respect you for those things.”